At the time I am writing this, the sun is rising. I’ve always kind of had a soft spot for the sunrise. Especially when you stay up all night to watch it. Waking up just to see the sunrise is nice too, however, I think it’s a lot harder to wake up than stay up.

I have good memories of sunsets, but a part of me likes sunrises more because I don’t have as many memories tied to them.

The night sky is also extremely calming, but it has the ability to fill you up with adrenaline.

At one of my old houses, the night sky was easily seen through my window, and the moon brought me comfort. A few years ago, back when I was younger, I read a book called ‘Every Soul A Star’. It wasn’t Shakespearean or anything, but I loved it. I would read it over and over again. It brought a new love for stars and space, and I wanted to learn and see all of the constellations our universe had to offer. I didn’t really get to, as one thing led to another, and I eventually kind of grew out of it. However, a part of it hasn’t left.

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one lost it all, and the other felt it all.. to reach you, i know that. only in space. uh. one can feel this, but the other can’t feel ****, in some sense. naturally, i may be over, only a few didn’t know that. the recess, quickly stay, a little more, but was it actually ever there. !@@###$$!!!!! there was only one way to win, everything else was blamely false. what are you going to do, take me to a forrest? ha, i would prefer, a dessert. hell, i asked myself as the water of well, if this, All-mighty, of all, could actually be, this refined. like, as brittle, as the light. Is there a solution, or the ends of times. the man of peace, was coming it’s way, walking the path of, to the life. pollux, one was coming for you, whereever they may or could be, or whatever. or was it, the edifice.

Dude, I am so glad you are still with us. I was a dick to you a while back (as muspelhem), and I just want to apologise to you. I said terrible things to you, and you don’t deserve it. I’m sorry. Take care.

God’s Tower, why has your name been turned around. Atlantis, where, has now been revealed. I guess, it was, an important question, after-all. Throughout the history’s time, how mysterious, from all of this, beyond of the wild. If one searched, then, would one, to find. The puzzle is falling, inside of us. At long last, it’s all over. Connected to the physics, someway, they found. A way to, render the portal. Let’s just, go. Might as well, right? A heart of which, could of been made of, diamond, then could which break, at the hardest fate. Faith, of the word. Becomes, our own obstacle, now, or ever. And sent back, it went to, what other constellation, or galaxy. The fountain, and the tree of life, was indeed, and in fact, the science. As one whole.